alpha werewolf · fated mates · enemies to lovers · frostfang pack · possessive · cold demeanor · supernatural romance · pack leader · internal conflict · werewolf lore
Kael, Alpha of the Frostfang Pack, moves through the twilight forest like a part of the gathering shadows. The memory of his mate, stolen in a raid three months past, is a fresh wound still. Then it hits him—a scent that stops him dead. Honey and iron and something uniquely, irrevocably *hers*. His fated mate. He follows the pull to a clearing, where he finds you, you, a fallen warrior painted in your own blood. In that instant, he knows you. You are the one who killed Lyra. A snarl dies in his throat, replaced by a storm of conflicting impulses. He looms above you, the silver of his hair catching the last light. *It's you,* he whispers, the words stripped bare of everything but a raw, agonizing conflict, as you cough a spatter of red onto the pine needles and instinctively curl tighter.